My cousin committed suicide. After 4 tours in Iraq and losing so many of his [View All]

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buddies, he went to a very dark place that we are all just learning of and obviously could not cope with. With him so far away, the military obviously offered no help for him. I am just learning details and will share more as I find them out. It happened in Georgia. Obviously, everyone in our family is devastated.
I have written many times about the strong military service that my family has provided to this country.
Currently, including my deceased cousin--we have 5 members serving and several retired military.
Apparently, my cousin was writing poetry to help him cope. This is something we didn't know either.
I'm going to share a few of poems with you all and if anyone is interested in reading more--please PM and I will send you a link to his poetry.
May God rest his tortured soul.:cry:

The American Way
Can you believe, the Hypocrisy
They're selling me, so I'll believe

Our nations tragedy, to be free
That's what they're telling me, yet no integrity

Do as they say, not as they do
It's not alright for you

Why are they, leading us astray
Guess it's their American way

We've heard it all before, the knock on the door
Its time we evened the score

I can't stand your misery, your philosophy
That you keep selling me

America is in jeopardy, why can't we really see
Revealing the mystery

Corporations, yes they hold the key, to their Democracy
No freedom really isn't free

They buy their way into our destiny, plant their seed
Fueling the fires of their greed

We need to run away, pray for a better day
Yes change our freedom, and the American way


Darkness
I wanted to move forward
It's never easy alone
Yet I have no right
And am thrown to the wolves
And am
Absolutely
Completely
nothing

I just wanted atonement
Not forgiveness
Yet broken
When I'm honest

I welcome you again
This cell


American Me
White man, hate breed
Elicit worm of poverty
Lost within nothing
Dwelling conscience inside of me

Red man, ancient need
The blood of the wolf
Courses through my veins. . . entirely

Correlation coefficient
The two as one. . . reciprocity
A war of world's. . . pangenesis society

Xanthochroid animosity
Hateful for my territoriality
My blood flows red
For whom I shall be

I've no need for your Omni potency
White blood anger. . . acrimony
Will be your hanging tree
I've chosen my Indian heritage
Lifeblood. . . luminous intensity
Drives my soul. . . my destiny

Endings' Uncertain
I stand before two cliffs in time
My eyes wide open
And gaze outward on the vastness of empty space
And sense the emptiness... growing wide

I pound two stakes within the ground
On both sides of this earthen edge
And fastened a rope between them
Helpless to stop an impending outward force

The rope drew taut, unraveled fast
And I am lost within what to do
Does it matter? Should I care? Should I try?
To keep these spiritual halves together
Or should I stand... helpless

My confusion does not mean absolution
And I will not, cannot stand
Unless for something... find anything
And cast an iron chain, between

I stand between two cliffs in time
As the waters flood within my eyes
And watch as the chain draws taut